Page 58 of Wyatt & Weston
“What if we can’t? What if she gets back to the life before she met us and realizes that this was all just a faze, and time away from home.”
“You can’t fake the things she felt, Weston. You could see it in her eyes. This place felt like home. It was in the way she talked, smiled and acted.”
“I hope so.” I tip my head back to look up at the sky. “I fucking hope so.”
Needing a distraction, I do my best to do my chores. My head is a mess, and I’m fucking everything up. I don’t have the patience for shit.
“Weston, what the hell has gotten into you?” my dad asks as I toss a bag of feed in anger. I’m vibrating, while on my hands and knees aggressively trying to clean it up.
“She left,” I grind out.
“Who left?”
I shoot him a glare over my shoulder. “Emma,” I snap and get to my feet. “She left a letter in her cabin and took off back home.”
His face softens; I fucking hate that pitying look. “I told you this could happen. She comes from a completely different life.”
“Don’t fucking talk to me like that.” I shake my head. “She didn’t leave because she didn’t want us, she left to protect Hads. She cares so damn much about this family, about us, that she’s willing to go back to that soul sucking life. I just wish she would have talked this out with us, we could have found another way.”
“You really love her, don’t you?”
“More than anything,” I say with all my heart. “Wyatt too. She’s it for us, Dad. We don’t see ourselves with anyone else.”
“I can see that.” He nods his head in understanding. “When the heart knows what it wants, it knows. Was the same way with your mama.” He chuckles. “I know if she was here, she would tell you not to give up. To give Emma some time but also to fight for her.”
“How do we do that? Just hop on a damn plane? Something tells me if we did, that would cause more damage than good.”
“I’m going to have to agree with you on that one. But I’d say wait. Call her when you can, talk to her. Let her know your feelings, then let her make the choice. Don’t force it, Weston, it will only drive her away. Now, take the rest of the day off because clearly, you're useless right now.” He tosses his hand to the mess on the ground.
“Sorry,” I mutter.
“Get.” He swats at me with his hat.
I don’t want to take the day off because it means sitting around twiddling my thumbs, driving myself mad.
The goats bleat at me as I pass their pen. Like a love sick fool, I think of her and how she would make the sound back, both Wyatt and I laughing at how silly and cute she was.
And now I’m even more depressed, awesome.
I manage to keep myself busy by watching Josie so Sophia and Marshall can have a lunch date together.
The look Sophia gave me when I told her Emma was gone sucked. She looked so damn sad, but also sad for me. She even started tearing up.
When Dad’s done with his work for the day, he grabs Josie and sits in his chair.
“Can she have a Papa sleepover tonight, Dad?” Marshall asks.
“You two just had a lunch date. Now where are you going?” I ask my brother and his wife.
“Copper Kitten. Wanna come?” Sophia asks.
Some drinks could distract me seeing how, even though Emma’s plane landed hours ago, her phone still goes to voicemail. I don’t bother leaving another one, because I’d just tell her the same thing. That I miss her, I need her to come back.
“Yeah, you know what, some drinks would be good.”
“Ah, maybe that's not such a good idea after all,” Sophia says hesitantly.
“Why not?” I frown.
